Honor, magic, and the open seasAs far as one could see, ships closed menacingly, and warriors swarmed across enemy decks. Smoke tinted red by the dying sun shrouded the misty sea. The attacking seamen raised an unholy clamor, and the stench of flaming pitch stung the eye.
Through it all, el-Arrasi stood proudly at the helm. When his vessel drew alongside the... [click here for more]
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